Pretty West Indian Girl Lyrics

Hair glistens, in the sun

Bad ting, we just begun

Cloth talk on the beat

Skin pretty brown like a treat

Cloth talk, what ya chat bout

I don't even know what you stress bout

Wrist watch, unno Moscow

I don't even care what you chat bout

Where is all my Pretty West Indian Girl

The ones in the pretty West Indian world

Head like a diamond and hair like a curl

Now come to my pretty West Indian world

Issa real ting outta my mouth

Quarantine clean then mi wuk out (wuk out)

Real talk outta my mouth

I don't give a fuck what ya chat bout

Body taste like a mango

Dress me in color, like a rainbow

You know how the thing go

Paint me in white like an angel (like an angel)

Take me on a trip out to Hollywood

We could watch a movie a Bollywood

You know that I'm really good

Calling me bad but I'm really good (real bad)

Body taste like a mango (how bad)

And you know I know how the thing go (so bad)

Him wann dress me in a rainbow

Now I'm your Pretty West Indian Girl

Real phat plus a million

I only wanna dance on a million

I never gave a fuck cus I'm winning

I only want a nigga if he willing (To)

Don't gotta run your mouth don't need you tellin' (Who)

The world about the way you think I'm feeling (True)

I think the Henny got him acting different (You acting different)

You wanna tie me down like I'm a ribbon (Woah)

Round the way found a waist band

Roll it, wine up ya waist and

I can't fuck with no wastemans

Get the fuck out my face man (Just go)

Where's all my Pretty West Indian Girls

Head like a diamond and hair like a curl

(Head like a diamond, hair like a curl)

Issa real ting outta my mouth

Quarantine clean then mi wuk out

Real talk outta my mouth

I don't give a fuck what ya chat bout

I don't wanna fuck, I'm a pretty rich girl

Now come my pretty West Indian world

Pretty West Indian world, Pretty West Indian Girl

Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty

Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty

Pretty, pretty, Pretty West Indian Girl

It tastes like a million

I got the juice, it's a mango

And I wouldn't lie less you say so (unless you say so)

Watch it and watch how the waist bend

Wings on me you see my waist plan

Like how you do me, an angel

Wings on me you see my halo

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up

Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up